Ahhhhh! beautiful poem- I would like exactly the same. Can't think off anything to add. And I do have days or at least parts of days where I experience all of that.
-----
a poem of mine
----
if every word was a seed of love
If every word were a seed of love
I would probably say less
but be even more happy.
It would become harder and harder
to feel anger, resentment, judgement,
guilt or fear.
If every word was a seed of
love, allowing fruit to ripen
and the seed to mature,
gathering the seed
gently with care and
storing it safely until ready
to plant with attention and
intention, would be truly
Holy.
If every seed was word,
poems would be sprouting
greenly everywhere
abundantly supplying the
nutrients of peace
on this world and beyond.
The miracle of each flower
and the attraction of each
butterfly and bee would
fill libraries with stories
that would end all
suffering, all war, all
greed.
When seeds blow, scattering
in the wind, we ...
View full comment
Ahhhhh! beautiful poem- I would like exactly the same. Can't think off anything to add. And I do have days or at least parts of days where I experience all of that.
-----
a poem of mine
----
if every word was a seed of love
If every word were a seed of love
I would probably say less
but be even more happy.
It would become harder and harder
to feel anger, resentment, judgement,
guilt or fear.
If every word was a seed of
love, allowing fruit to ripen
and the seed to mature,
gathering the seed
gently with care and
storing it safely until ready
to plant with attention and
intention, would be truly
Holy.
If every seed was word,
poems would be sprouting
greenly everywhere
abundantly supplying the
nutrients of peace
on this world and beyond.
The miracle of each flower
and the attraction of each
butterfly and bee would
fill libraries with stories
that would end all
suffering, all war, all
greed.
When seeds blow, scattering
in the wind, we would
surely know that god is
a poet.
If every word was a seed of love
the light that glows out of the
dark mysterious void surrounding
each letter would be heard
and seen as divine.
These symbols, these images
would clearly send healing
vibration out to all who
allowed their hearts to be open
at these altars.
Each limb of each letter
dancing in harmony
each with the other,
syllables sounding
opening vortices in the body and senses.
Silence creating a field of play
for words in a fully cooperative game.
each seed constantly evolving and
being informed of growth potentials
into sentences never imagined possible.
if every word was a seed of love
then, like an acorn
grows into a majestic spreading
tower of oak, each of us
may be the burgeoning
of a sustainable community
housing the nests for
the scurrying and flying
creatures that store joy
in the winter and
burst into song
in spring. if every word was
that seed of love
each child would grow giving
shade and safety the
expansion of learning
branches reaching for sunlight
until in some future time
this world comes crashing down
knowing that as we die into the earth
joyfully the breaking down
source of nurturance
for new words.
Hide full comment